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Perfectly primped and polished, Arya slid into the studio's large scanning zone. She stood tall and brushed her hands across her black business blazer and the pin stripped business slacks. Arya looked directly into the camera and watched as a blue beam lowered itself from the tip top of her head to the bottom of her jet black stilettos. She peered down at her datapad that contained the night's news. Upon being instructed to look straight ahead, Arya watched as she was made into a full body holoprojection to be transmitted on terminals across the galaxy.

Suddenly, A triumphant intro song erupted followed by a male announcer voice that played during the song. "Welcome to the first broadcast of the HoloNet News. Tonight's stories are brought to you by the good people at Watto Ninga's Discount Parts Emporium located in Mos Espa, Tatooine. Quality pod racing and junk ship parts at almost quality prices. That's Watto Ninga's Discount Parts Emporium! Now, HNN is proud to introduce to you, Arya Cognito."

"Thank you, Jobeii. I am Arya Cognito and starting this evening, I will be reporting the galaxy's top news stories straight into your living quarters, space ports, cantinas and any other zone that has a HoloNet connected terminal. As these stories break out, I will break in and report to you the straight facts from sources near the action."

The music shifted to an Imperial sounding theme in the background, "Citizens of Eriadu are dealing with the Sith as they have made their way onto the planet. Sources that requested to be anonymous on the planet are saying the war for the future of the planet is intensifying as the fighting has in turn intensified after the fall of Eriadu's capital, Eriadu City. Casualty estimates from the inital surge and the take down of the capital city are still unavailable at this current time. Stay tuned for the latest developments as they become available from the Sith Imperium's War for Eriadu."

Arya clicked her data pad a few moments as the announcer went to a brief advertisement once more. The theme of The Alliance replaced the default news intro tone, "I, now, turn to a more mysterious story. With previous HoloNet News broadcasts, it was reported a few months ago that The Alliance had been unceremoniously removed from their long held planet of Dantooine. We all remember the breaking news bulletin about The Sith Imperium returning from dormancy and beginning their campaign of galactic domination with seemingly no opposition. Well, reports are coming in from the Outer Rim Territories, more specifically the Sugai Sector. The remnants of The Alliance had landed on the planet of Firrerre. Further information on The Alliance's movements and success in the sector is unavailable at this time due to the unwillingness of sources to divulge information due to the large scale distribution that these broadcasts deal with. I will bring you anymore information on The Alliance's Push for a New Homeworldwhen it becomes more available."

" After another word from advertisers, we'll be back with more news stories from around the galaxy. Stay tuned to HNN."

"This is a HoloNet News Update. This is Arya Cognito keeping you up to date on current galactic affairs."

A panoramic sweeping shot of the planet of Eriadu is shown. Smoking structures and dead citizens are seen strewn about Eriadu City. A blue holo of a map showing red Sith positions on the planet appears as the story is broadcast. "These are the facts straight from Eriadu: Weeks ago, the forces of the Sith Imperium launched a stifling surprise attack on the planet. A single Imperial Battlegroup managed to occupy the system and completely neutralize the entire Eriadu Defense Force in mere hours. With well over 10,000 Eriadu citizens killed or seriously wounded and many more forced into brutal re-socialization programs by the Imperium, Eriadu becomes the newest colony of the Sith Imperium. Imperial officials consider it to be only one of many movements towards expanding the power and influence of the Sith Imperium throughout the galaxy. This has been your HoloNet News Update on the Sith Imperium's War for Eriadu. Stay tuned to HNN for the latest on galaxy effecting news."

An announcer broke in suddenly over the holonet station intercom in the HoloNet News Network studio on Coruscant. Arya stood perfectly still in the holographic imaging zone. She watched like always as her entire figure was transferred into a hologram format. Next to Arya in the imaging zone, a ruggedly handsome Cameron Centurion followed suit.

The announcer spoke sternly and loudly, "This is HoloNet News. Tonight, HNN's own Arya Cognito has an exclusive interview with a high ranking member of The Sith Imperium, Cameron Centurion."

Arya smiled politely to the holographic interface, then to Cameron. "Thanks Jobeii for the lovely introduction. Yes, you heard correctly, my galactic friends. I am standing here with a member of The Sith Imperium that agreed to give us a more in depth look into The Sith Imperium's takeover of Eriadu."

Arya Cognito turned to Cameron and smiled politely: "Now, Mister Centurion, you were on Eriadu during the time of The Sith Imperium's invasion, tell me a bit about your time there."

Cameron Centurion flatly stated, "Unfortunately, I cannot divulge any operational details as to my exact purpose on the planet due to security concerns...which I'm sure you'll understand. However, I can give you a bit of insight into the purpose and overall tempo of the main assault."

Arya replied with a tone of understanding, "Of course I understand. Any insight for the people would be appreciated."

Cameron stated stone faced, "An Imperial Assault Battelgroup was dispatched to the Eriadu System in the wake of an Intelligence operation that identified the planet as a vital trade center for Sith Imperium efforts between the mid and outer rims. Following an initial suppression of enemy air defenses, the main assault force was inserted just outside of Eriadu City near the main planetary garrison.

At the same time, a number of covert operatives were dispatched to take the Governor into custody. Truthfully, once Imperial forces overwhelmed the planetary garrison, most of the remainder of the operation was merely cleaning up any remaining forces. The Governor of Eriadu actually surrendered to Imperium forces very early in the battle. Certainly, prior to Imperial Troops actually entering into the downtown district of Eriadu City. However, as is typical, there were a handful of extremists that refused to surrender.

Once Eriadu City was completely taken, Imperial forces swiftly moved to occupy the city of Phelar. We encountered little to no effective resistance in that area either. All in all...it was a fairly text book operation. The forces of the Sith Imperium performed admirably, and we worked to minimize any civilian casualties as much as possible. The cooperation of the local government eased that process."

Arya gushed a bit at the very thorough explanation, "Wow! Fantastic insight, darling."

Cameron replied, "I'm happy to give the galaxy a clearer concept of the Imperium's self of purpose in securing ground to aid in the trade and commerce that supports our rapidly expanding society."

Arya switched gears as she eyed her datapad of questions for a split second, "Who were some notable Sith that played a significant role in this campaign?"

Cameron sighed and replied with a very diplomatic answer, "There are a number of highly trained individuals that contributed directly to the success of this operation, but they are also members of our covert operations community. As a result, I cannot divulge their identities. However...The operational commander of the expedition to Eriadu was Commodore Anthony Tallin of the 1st Assault Group. The Captain was just advanced recently as a result of his success during the Eriadu operation.

Colonel Timothy Vein was overall in charge of the ground forces that lead the main assault effort on Eriadu Defense Forces. They both did an excellent job planning, coordinating, and executing this operation. The Imperial Ruling Council could not be more pleased with the results."

Arya asked a question that she was worried wouldn't reveal too terribly much, "Can you divulge any information about the future for The Sith Imperium?"

Without missing a beat, Cameron responded. "What I can tell you is that we have plans to continue to expand our infrastructure in an effort to increase the quality of life for citizens around the galaxy. Conversely, we intend to continue bringing justice to those that would threaten the security of the Imperium and its citizens."

Arya slid her datapad off to waiting stagehand as she asked her question, "One last question, what are your credentials for the record?"

Cameron stated, "I currently hold the title and position of Shadow Hand of the Imperium. Strictly speaking...I act on the Dark Lord's behalf whenever and wherever necessary."

Arya smiled widely and extended her hand to Cameron in a very professional manner, "Mister Centurion, thank you very much for taking time out to bring our galactic news viewers an insider perspective on the situation on Eriadu and The Sith Imperium. That is our show for this evening. Tomorrow night, I will be having a sit down with Dynast-King Tyren Helios as he talks about the rebirth of the Galactic Empire as a group called the Empire-in-Exile. In Exile? I'm not sure what that means, but stay tuned to HNN and we'll find out together."

Normal programming throughout the galaxy suddenly cuts to a black screen. After a brief moment of complete silence, the black screen is replaced by a large image of the Sith Imperium's emblem - denoting an announcement directly from the heart of the Imperium on the city-planet of Coruscant.

Slowly, the image fades to a view of an elderly man wearing the uniform of a Government official. The man stands in front of a large black and crimson curtain and behind a podium adorned with the seal of the Sith Imperium. Upon closer inspection, some may eventually recognize the man as the Grand Vizier of the Sith Imperium. Stone-faced, the Grand Vizier addresses holonet viewers in a very monotone voice. "Ladies and Gentlemen of the galaxy. I'm interrupting your normally scheduled programming today to make an important announcement regarding a rather influential family within the galaxy. Late last week, the Imperial Ruling Council met to discuss the Dark Lord's initiatives on enforcing justice throughout the galaxy. During this meeting, a number of known terrorists or enemies of the state were discussed. Of the discussed individuals, one group drew the immediate attention of certain senior members of the Government. An Imperial Battlegroup was immediately dispatched under the command of Lord Illuminus to the Y'Sad system. Shortly thereafter, arrest warrants were issued for every member of the Y'Sad Ruling Family."

Pausing for a moment, the Grand Vizier looked up from the notes he'd been reading. Unknown to any, there had been no meeting of the Ruling Council. The Grand Vizier had, in essence, been more or less strong-armed by the Imperium's Shadow Hand into making the announcement. While the Grand Vizier was, technically, not responsible to the Shadow Hand, he thought better of attempting to argue with the Sith Lord. So now...he stood before all of the galaxy delivering a lie. In truth - it mattered very little. The Imperium would extend the opportunity for surrender. "By the time you see this announcement, the Battlegroup should already be arriving in system. We call on the King of Y'Sad to surrender himself and any family members in the system peacefully to avoid unnecessary casualties on the planet of Y'Sad. Additionally, for those family members not presently residing in the system, we urge you to surrender to Imperium officials at your earliest convenience. Failure to comply will only result in an aggressive response by Imperium forces. Should any of you see any of the individuals I am about to show, please advise your nearest government official as quickly as possible. Thank you and have a pleasant day."

As the Grand Vizier fell silent, the image of him faded from view. It was instead replaced by both photographic and holographic images of every member of the Y'Sad ruling family that the Imperium had. Given the vast majority of them were relatively public figures on their planet and registered for travel throughout the galaxy, it was not an overly daunting process. However - there was one image that remained missing, that of Coren Starkiller. Per the Shadow Hand's specific request, no warrant had been issued for the young man. One thing was for certain, any members of the Y'Sad Ruling Family found on Imperium-controlled worlds...would have an increasingly difficult, if not impossible, time remaining anonymous.

Once all of the images had played through twice, the screen reverted back to a plain black sheet before normal programming was restored.

"You're INSANE! Do you want to give our enemies more ammunition to use against us?" The Grand Vizier...was fuming.

Cameron merely smiled at the elderly looking man that...needed to be replaced. "That is exactly what I want, yes. Not to mention it's...you know...intelligent. However, seeing as how you can't even administer a security program, I now have to take matters into my own hands."

The Grand Vizier narrowed his eyes at the Sith Lord. "I won't do it. The Council did not instruct you to do this."

Cameron's response was flat. "Why must you always pretend like I care?"

"So that's what we've come to... Now the Shadow Hands are making Imperial Policy?"

"I do whatever is necessary. That is my job. If that requires finding someone better to do your job, then so be it."

"I hope someone kills you very, very slowly."

Cameron rolled his eyes. "Your idiocy might if you keep talking. Now go make the damn announcement."

Grudgingly, the Grand Vizier turned and exited the office. Once more, he was playing to the whims of Lord Illuminus. One of these days, the Sith Lord would make a decision that the Dark Lord did not approve of. The Grand Vizier just hoped that he was there to see it.

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Normal programming throughout the galaxy was, once again, instantly disrupted. The image is immediately replaced by the spinning seal of the Sith Imperium.

Gradually, the image faded to a view of the Grand Vizier standing in one of the numerous press rooms within the Imperial Palace. Somber behind the wooden podium, the Grand Vizier gazed directly into the cameras as he spoke. Despite his personal feelings on the decree, he knew that the Shadow Hand, unfortunately, had a point. Things were slowly ramping up...for the security of the citizens. Or so...the Shadow Hand claimed. "Good evening, Ladies and Gentlemen. I apologize once again for the interruption of your regularly scheduled programming. In a recent meeting of the Imperial Ruling Council, it was determined that the Sith Imperium needed to take further steps to provide for the security of its citizens. With the recent acts of terror steadily drawing closer and closer to the core, it is apparent that we can no longer afford to allow individuals to travel between Imperium worlds without stricter customs laws."

The Grand Vizier paused briefly before continuing. "Effective immediately, Imperium Port Authority and Law Enforcement officials will begin instituting complete identity verification checks at all major ports. In addition to the photo ID checks already in progress, travelers will be required to provide a simple DNA sample. Citizens can register their DNA samples at the nearest law enforcement facility - they will be verified everytime you enter any port controlled by the Imperium regardless of citizenship. If you do not presently reside on a system controlled by the Imperium, your DNA sample will be registered the first time you visit a world controlled by the Sith Imperium. Sector and System Governors will be working closely with the Imperial Military to ensure that this measure is fully enforced. Any vessels attempting to bypass security checks without prior authorization, will be immediately disabled or potentially destroyed if they do not comply with Imperial instructions. These measures are in addition to full cargo and personnel inspections already in place. Rest assured we understand this may add time to your travel plans, but it will ensure far greater security for our citizens." Glancing down at his notes, the Grand Vizier considered addressing security measures already in place that allowed Imperium officials to record or monitor any conversation in any establishment...at any time. It was an old statute...no need to bring it back up. Flashing a warm smile to the camera, the Grand Vizier nodded his head slightly. "Please address any questions or concerns to your local government officials. As always, if you see any member of the Fiore family, the Jedi Order, or any others from the Imperium's Most Wanted List, please contact the Imperial Intelligence hotline immediately. Through your vigilance, we will provide for the security of all citizens. Have a pleasant evening."

Slowly, the image of the Grand Vizier faded from view. The seal of the Sith Imperium rotated into view and remained for several seconds before fading out. Normal programming is quickly restored as the priority broadcast ends.

Arya sauntered through the corridor into the studio. Two datapads rested in both her hands as she read over them. One datapad held the details of an upcoming debate between TSI and EIE spokesmen and the other held details of a breaking news story from a Tapani Sector planet known as Procopia.

"The Sith Imperium and Alliance sure have their hands full with internal affairs issues these days, Talina. All of this unrest is gold for ratings!" Arya stated to her personal assistant as she kept her head glued to the datapad. The Procopian story would be the story of the evening. Arya read her notes from TSI source information. She sprawled out across her favorite lounge couch off against the wall of the studio as she waited for her segment to start. The current segment was the Galactic Sports News's The Sport Zone. They were rambling on about the fall of ticket sales to Podracing circuits across the galaxy. Then, they went on about the Galactic Series of Sabacc, which Arya would roll her eyes in response to that story. Sabacc as a competitive sport was laughable in her eyes. When did leisure games become classified as sports? None the less, Arya let Damien Malone, Veteran Sports Anchor, report the news.

Damien finished his segment and walked off the holographic area. Arya placed her datapads at her sides and power strolled over to Damien who was distracted by his ditzy rodian P.A., Arya clenched her hand firmly on his ass. Damien jumped. "Nice job, Damien. Reporting on podracing and a prestigious SPORT like Sabacc is such a hard task. Speaking of hard, you've managed to keep in shape. Your gluteus region is still in top form, darlin."

Damien grinned at Arya as she winked at him. His PA looked at Arya disapprovingly. Arya rolled her eyes and stepped over to the holo projection area to survey the scene. Several technicians were hard at work re-setting up the studio and holographic interface for the HNN set-up. A make-up artist and hair stylist pulled Arya to the nearest seat and blurrily went to work before she was to be called on set. Talina was on her communicator in the back of the studio speaking with a source for another story.

Moments later, Arya was called to the set. Her raven hair was finely feathered and her make-up natural. A solid blood-red business suit covered her from stem to stern. The familiar HNN intro music was cued up. "This is HoloNet News. Tonight's stories are brought to you by the good people at Sola Dien's Ristorante on Abregado-rae. Five star atmosphere and fine dining at reasonable prices. That's Sola Dien's Ristorante, Where Luxury Meets the Masses! Now, over to you, Arya Cognito."

"Thank you, Jobeii. Tonight's top stories: A series of explosions rocked a Lower Level Coruscant apartment block very early this morning causing unrest in the area. Fire crews and investigators flew to the scene to find charred bones and flame outs all across the area. The body count is unknown at this time, but it is believed to be the work of mob members. More on that story when information becomes available.The Empire-in-Exile has been relatively quiet in the last two months after they were formally recognized as a major player in galactic affairs.The Alliance has formally declared a media lock-out due to the revelation of the Firrerre occupation. In financial news, Draclau Enterprises remains on top of the financial world with the recent releases of a slew of popular pornographic holos from their company, Draclau Films.

Galactic viewers just moments ago, I was given a statement by an un-named source within The Sith Imperium.

'The Sith Imperium declares Procopia's King William Carter a traitor. The Sith Imperium has decreed the official annexation of Procopia and the seizure of Carter's throne and assets. Gone rogue, Carter has defied a direct order by the Dark Lord during a campaign against what remains of the Alliance. In effect of Carter's betrayal, the alliance between the Sith Imperium and the Tapani Sector has been severed. If you value restoration of that alliance, bring us the head of William Carter, and any and all who may be his accomplices.'

The Sith Imperium have made their move as of now, viewers. I will keep you up to date on the latest on the The Procopian Occupation as it becomes available. That is the latest news as of now. Remember stay tuned for the latest in major galactic events here on HNN."

Arya stood for ten seconds as the feed cut out, then walked from the set and stood next to her PA. Her personal assistant handed Arya her next story. Arya skimmed it between sips of her cup of tea.

Monica Tsams was...slightly nervous. With the chaos that had ensued from Coruscant more or less descending into a state of an increasingly lawless nature and Arya Cognito more or less missing, Monica had been rapidly advanced to primary anchor. While her facial expression and body language said she was somewhat relaxed, her palms were starting to sweat slightly under the studio lights as she gazed into the teleprompter. There were several individuals scurrying around the broadcast floor as they entered into the final minute of preparation. The point where normal programming would fade into a regularly scheduled newscast. With the events on Coruscant only a few days old, the Holonet News Network had actually been slower than ever in reporting some recent developments. Why? Well...they'd not had anything to really report other than streaming images of burning buildings and interviews with now jobless people frantically trying to find a way to feed families.

Thirty Seconds...

Monica inhaled deeply and then exhaled slowly.

Twenty Seconds...

Shifting her brown gaze back up to the teleprompter and the cameras, Monica chanced a brief glance at her network producer standing off to the side. The man flashed her a warm smile and a thumbs up, but she could not help but feel like he was way more confident than she was. She'd been just another investigative reporter until...

Ten Seconds...

As the countdown turned silent, Monica smiled into the camera. "Good evening ladies and gentlemen. I'm Monica Tsams with your nightly Holonet News. Several days ago, Holonet News brought you the first glimpses into what was believed to be an insurgent plot against the Sith Imperium. Sources from inside what remains of the government and outside now confirm that these attacks are not of an exigent nature. It is reported that the initial destruction was ordered by the Imperial Ruling Council, since disbanded, under the direction of the now presumed missing Dark Lord. The vast majority of government officials have either stepped down or been summarily dismissed from their duties. At present, it appears as if Director Alistair Starkiller, son of Dark Lord Xander Starkiller, might be the last remaining official from the former Ruling Council actually inside the government. However, no statement has been released by Director Starkiller or Imperial Intelligence at this time."

Monica paused briefly as images of several planets were projected onto the screens of viewers. "The planets you now see are all that remained of the Sith Imperium as of last night's broadcast. However, we have recently learned that the Kuat System has withdrawn from the Imperium officially as well. This news came to us with a report of a massive insurgent strike at the very heart of Kuat City - causing the destruction of the entire city. Several Kuati nobles were attending a meeting at this time - to include Lord Kuat. KDY released this statement earlier today." Images of Coruscant, Balmorra, Byss, Cato Nemoidia, Commenor, and Corellia remained as the image of Kuat faded from view.

As Monica fell silent, an image of a young looking woman appeared on the screen. Behind her was a massive Pellaeon-class Star Destroyer in drydock - not quite fully completed. "Earlier this week, following a meeting of senior KDY officials, it was determined that it was in the corporation's best interest to seize the shares of its former business partner. With the destabilization of the Sith Imperium, we can no longer see good reason in keeping ourselves tied up in a financial partnership with the government. After a check of government finances, it was discovered they do not have the funds to afford the shares underneath their control. As a result, KDY now retains full control of the corporation and all subsidiaries. With the recent passing of Lord Kuat, controlling interest in the corporation passes to the next majority shareholder..."

For a moment, the KDY official paused. "Lord Cameron Centurion, previously presumed dead, has been unanimously appointed as the new CEO and Owner of KDY. In these trying times of insurrection and destabilization, Lord Centurion has been instrumental in ensuring the continuing of the Kuati way of life for all citizens. With the death of so many from the nobility and the assassination of the Imperial Governor, Lord Centurion has graciously agreed to step in with interim control - placing Kuat under a military governorship until such a time as the people of Kuat have had time to mourn their loved ones and rebuild. Thank you for your time." Amidst a series of hapahzardly asked questions, the woman was whisked away by a security detail as the video feed cut.

Returning to Monica, the petite woman flashed a warm smile. "This press briefing is already two days old. Needless to say - there is a great deal more happening around the galaxy than anyone could have expected. So far...no planetary or government authorities have made any claim or obvious intent to assume control of a galaxy that seems to be in a state of massive chaos. One things if for certain, however. Holonet News will be there every step of the way to keep you in the know. Tune in tomorrow morning for an update on the insurrections on Cato Nemoidia and Corellia. For Holonet New, I'm Monica Tsams. Have a pleasant evening."

Once the live feed was cut, Monica exhaled heavily amongst a loud applause from all those working the broadcast floor. The first step was always the most difficult...

By now, Monica Tsams had adjusted to her new role within HNN. It had been difficult at first...adjusting to being more of an orchestrator than a field reporter. Every now and then, she received an opportunity to travel and speak directly with people. However, that typically only happened during high-profile exclusives where people either did not wish to choose to travel to an HNN studio, or they were unable to do so. In the past, it had been their employer which limited the travel of certain foreign nationals to Coruscant. Now that the Imperium was...mostly wiped away, that was not such an issue. Or was it? Monica had been fully prepped on the story she was to give tonight. They'd start off with a little internal strife, then move to more lighter celebrations, and then finally...the big sprawling corporate entity that was KDY had seemingly acquired even greater influence amongst their galaxy. Monica had even gone as far as to direct some of the foot soldiers, investigative reporters, to get some feelings from the people at large about what was happening throughout the core.

"Ten seconds."------------Monica adjusted the files on the desk and smiled as the regularly scheduled broadcast went live across the galaxy. "Good evening ladies and gentlemen. I'm Monica Tsams here for your evening broadcast." Immediately, an image of Corellia was placed in the corner of viewers' screens. It displayed a great deal of vandalism and militant forces clashing in certain areas of the planet. "The rebellion on Corellia continues to plague citizens there. Recently, CorSec officials released a statement stating that they would continue to address the growing issues of stability on Corellia as deemed necessary. HNN's political analyst, Tom Davis is here with me to bring us more information. Tom, good evening." Monica turned to the man that was seated next to him and smiled.

Tom returned the smile, careful not to allow his gaze to wander. Seemingly overnight Monica Tsams had gone from that cute reporter down on the second floor to one of the most eligible bachelorettes rapidly climbing the ladder. "Thank you Monica. Well...CorSec finds itself in a precarious position. With a long history of corruption and working against any established, external power on Corellia, you have to ask yourselves if they're not the ones behind this insurrection. As of yet, no true leader has emerged to lay claim to this rapidly growing rebellion. However, I suspect we'll be hearing from someone fairly soon. You can only stay in the shadows for so long before whatever point you may wish to make becomes lost to the masses."

"I see Tom and do you think it's possible that perhaps CorSec is not responsible and is merely trying to keep it altogether?"

"It's possible, but I find it highly unlikely. Like I said, if they weren't involved, I do not believe they would be so tight-lipped about it all. I imagine there are problem some big problems happening over there. Without help, Corellia may not ever actually recover."

"Alright, thank you Tom." As the view shifted back to just Monica, she continued on with the broadcast. "In...lighter news, reports are pouring in from the Outer Rim that the government of Taris is celebrating the beginnings of new regime. Formerly a member of the Sith Imperium, it would appear a new Empire is starting to emerge. Holonet News does not yet have any official statements from the government, but investigative sources have been able to discover the leader of this emerging government was not previously a key figure of the Imperium. Will this new government seek to restore order to the remnants of the Imperium? I don't know, but there could be some competition with leading corporations among the galaxy. The 'new and improved' Kuat Drive Yards just signed an agreement today with military leadership on Coruscant regarding a substantial financial aid plan. The growing conglomerate has agreed to provide the resources necessary to enforce the laws of Coruscant and support the military governorship until such a time as the civilian government can be repopulated. Lord Cameron Centurion, the rumored and, as of yet, still unconfirmed new head of Kuat Drive Yards has once again not been available for comment."

Making a show of gathering her papers, Monica widened her smile ever so slightly. "That's all we have for this evening folks. For Holonet News, I'm Monica Tsams. Have a pleasant evening."-------------As the broadcast was terminated, Monica rolled her eyes and immediately stood from her seat. "Can someone please find out whether or not this man is dead? For all we know we could be reporting a complete and utter lie." Monica's exclamation sent a handful of interns running about...as if they could even have a hope in solving the problem.

Monica's station manager approached her then and motioned for him to follow her. He guided the attractive woman out into the hall and to his office...which had been completely cleaned out. "Have a seat at your desk."

Monica arched a curious eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

"I've been asked to replace the Network Manager...and been directed to make you station manager as the first order of business."

Monica's mouth dropped. "What? By who? How?"

"That's not for me to say. All of this is conditional, of course, on you accepting a dinner invitation."

Monica closed her mouth as she narrowed her eyes. This pig..."Forget it, Robert. I'm not going out with you for the umpteenth time."

"Please. If I thought that would have worked, I would have done it weeks ago. No. The person that extended this invitation is Lord Cameron Centurion."

Monica's eyes went wide for a moment. "What!? So he is alive? How could you keep this from me!?"

"I did not know until an hour before this broadcast. Here is his contact information. Good luck in the new job, Monica." With that, the new Network Manager was gone - leaving Monica only with questions.

As the regularly scheduled HNN evening update came on, the camera went through the motions of introducing the usual suspects. However, unlike broadcasts past, Monica Tsams had been replaced by a middle-aged looking man with salt and pepper hair. Bryce Danner had worked for the network for some time and only recently transferred to Coruscant from the Kuat station following Monica Tsams promotion to Coruscant Network Manager. With the air of a practiced anchor, he swiftly moved into the evening's stories. "Good evening, citizens of Coruscant. I'm Bryce Danner, and I'll be bringing you your evening update."

As the camera angle changed and the portrait of a young looking woman was displayed, Danner continued. "Election results are in ladies and gentlemen! Governor-elect Tanya Flynn is slated to be inaugurated as the first Governor of Coruscant in several decades. Governor-elect Flynn previously served as a mid-level member within the Sith Imperium's government structure. An expert in economics and sociology, there are high hopes that Governor-elect Flynn can effectively wrestle the infant government and make positive change. This election comes on the wake of nearly six months of military governorship by nationalized forces of the Kuat Drive Yards. Lord Cameron Centurion of Kuat was unavailable for comment on the election, but it is reported that he is very pleased Coruscant will be able to move forward - guided by a government elected by the people."

After the image of Tanya Flynn dissipated, it was replaced by an image of Corellia before being completely replaced by an investigative video of an intense skirmish on the outskirts of Coronet. "Fighting on Corellia continues into nearly its seventh month. CorSec officials recently declared the entire system closed to all off worlders while they attempt to deal with the crisis. Several political and commercial elements of the ever-expanding Kuat Drive Yards immediately challenged CorSec's authority to shut down vital trade routes and hubs. Under the threat of closing down any hyperspace lanes to the planet, CorSec officials amended the policy to a heavy restriction on offworld travel."

Once the video disappeared, Bryce was shown again with no other visual props. "In more interesting news, HNN received an anonymous report from civilian merchants on the planet Dac that Alliance representatives have descended upon the system. While it seems their intentions were originally benign, we now have several reports that the Alliance has in fact engaged in hostile combat operations against civilian-flagged vessels. Could the Alliance be gradually making a power play to consume as many militant resources as possible in the wake of the Imperium's collapse and the relative infancy of the new Empire from the Outer Rim? This and much more coming up after this commercial break."

The HNN signature music began playing as the view zoomed out to one of the entire study before cutting gradually to the first commercial.

A 'Breaking News' logo flashed on the holonet screen and a male anchor, seated behind a desk with the Holonet News Network logo etched in bronzium on the wall. He looked completely calm and confident, considering the report he was about to give.

"This is Galen Zalomes with a breaking news story. Earlier today, the Alliance warship Galactica has been destroyed, ostensibly in a terrorist attack. Eyewitnesses report strange events have surrounded the ship, such as the spraypainting of 'Sal Was Here' on the side of the Alliance flagship's hull. Ultimately, this attack has resulted in the deaths of many Alliance personnel, including the presumed death of Supreme Commander-elect Vice Admiral William Adama, the current leader of the Alliance's military forces." There was a long pause for effect.

A quick glance at the prompter in front of him and the news anchor ploughed on with the report. "With the death of Admiral Adama, the Alliance has begun an immediate investigation into the identity of the culprit. While many rumours are flying around Alliance High Command, the military is remaining notoriously tight-lipped about the results of their inquest. However, some reports have been leaking out of offices with unconfirmed rumours about identities of the attacker, ranging from the serious to the inconsequential. There has also been an alleged rumour that, prior to his death, someone has..." the reporter looked extremely uncomfortable saying the next bit, or was trying his best not to crack up laughing, either way, "...defecated on the desk of Admiral Adama. This rumour is, however, unsubstantiated and is being followed up in order to make a profile of the attacker. Alliance High Command has requested that anyone with any information please step forward to submit information wherever possible."

A short break as the image on the screen changed. "Alliance High Command has gone under an immediate reshuffling of their political structure to make up for this power vacuum left. General Kallis Mertoi has been selected as the new Alliance Supreme Commander and will be filling Admiral Adama's post. At the present time he is currently settling in to his new role, having delivered a rather passionate speech earlier today in response to the death of his colleague. He has asked the fighting men and women of the Alliance to respect their fallen comrades and to continue to fight on in their name."

The screen changed to a flash of a man in Alliance uniform-- easily recognisable to any military historian as a perfectly-kept specimen of a Galactic Republic clone trooper-- standing at a podium on an unspecified planet, with hundreds of people and holocams in attendance.

"As the new Supreme Commander I feel it is my duty to pay tribute to Bill Adama and continue on the same path that he has decided to take the Alliance down. I call upon our allies all across the Galaxy to take this as a rallying cry, that we will extend the hand of friendship anew to those who would seek it. We are in a period of Galactic strife, with Empires rising and falling, forming themselves and collapsing within months. This is a time to stand firm to one's beliefs and fight the good fight wherever possible. With the loss of so many good people it falls to us to continue on in the grand tradition of the Alliance throughout history: fighting back in the face of adversity, no matter the odds."

The screen showed the new Supreme Commander delivering his speech, but without any sound to it, instead cutting to a voiceover. "Supreme Commander Mertoi has also announced the release of a new and improved Alliance military, designed specifically for a galaxy spiralling into escalating conflict. Revised fleets, including the roll-out of a brand new class of battle cruiser designed by the Mon Calamari, are being trained and assigned to various locations around the Galaxy. The Alliance's military forces are now on high alert in the wake of this terrorist action, and are instructed to engage any hostile forces on sight. Supreme Commander Mertoi has also issued this statement:"

"While my predecessor has signed a variety of treaties, this administration, coupled with the fact that we do not know the true identity of the attacker, has decided that in light of all possible evidence, that we must be prepared for conflict. Effective immediately, I have informed all Alliance commands that our treaty with the fledgling Galactic Empire is null and void. It is in my experience across the Galaxy that throughout decades of conflict the Galactic Empire, while assisting the good of its citizens, is directly responsible for mass acts of incomparable evil. The Ghorman Massacre, the development of not one but two Death Stars, the Galaxy Gun, the Eclipse-class Super Star Destroyer - not to mention the recent destructive acts of the Sith Imperium as they fell under the rule, just as Palpatine's Empire, of the most destructive force in the past twenty thousand years. The Galactic Empire developing now is no different: they ascribe to the philosophies of the Sith, who have been directly responsible for almost every single major war in Galactic history. This cannot be allowed to stand - the Alliance cannot be found signing treaties with those of questionable moral rectitude. As such, while we are not directly at war with the Galactic Empire, any hostile acts on their part in response to this declaration will be considered an act of war."

The screen flicked back to the news desk. "While we do not know what the Alliance military has in store for the future, one question remains clear: could war be on the horizon once again? This is Galen Zalomes for the Holonet News Network."

This was broadcasted all over the HNN when TSP took Ilum. Time-wise, this was shortly after TGE officially formed, shortly after TA took Dac, and just before TA and TJO split into 2 separate entities. "This is a shoutout to the recently appointed whore as the Grandmaster of the Jedi Order, who goes by the name Adrianna Fiore," she grinned as she looked straight into the camera. Behind her, it was easy to see that this had once been a Jedi Temple, and that it was now being defiled. On the altar nearby were two Endelaanians, their faces hidden from the camera's lens, yet ti was quite easy to see that they were... fornicating. Oh, Nessarose was having a blast. She turned the camera's focus back to herself. "This is an old Jedi Temple, and the Sanguine Potestatem has just laid claim to it. This place is ours now. If you think you can do anything about it, come and find us. But let's face it; the last time the Jedi have done anything remotely useful to the Galaxy was at least twenty years ago, so I don't expect Adrianna or any of her little followers to do anything, other than maybe find more Sith crotches to hump."

Was there anything else to add? Not really. Nessarose flashed one of her infamous warm smiles, and the camera flickered off.

It was the 11pm news broadcast. Angela Nerwoon, the newest woman on the team, had finished her hair and make up, and the cameras were rolling. Most of the broadcast was the usual stuff; war, fights, political moves. It was only towards the end of the broadcast that the smaller things could be announced.

"The Sacred Child Orphanage on Corellia has been rescued." The view changed then, showing the orphanage's exterior, where several construction groups had already begun to work, "the ownership of the orphanage, which was scheduled to close at the end of the week, has been purchased by Nessarose deWinter.Some may remember her as the youngest child of Xander Starkiller and the Lady Shery deWinter. Seventeen year old deWinter, rumored to be regarded as a queen in the unknown regions, who has spent most of her life away from the cameras, has agreed to grant us a short interview."

The camera changed, and Nessarose's face, warm and smiling, appeared on the holo, her eyes sparkling. "Children are our future," she said, "I intend on reconstructing the whole building and making it a warm and safe place for the all children who have lost their parents and their families." cut, "I don't see how my age has anything to do with this," cut, "and this is just the start. I have every intention of purchasing and constructing several more Sacred Child orphanages across the 'verse."

The camera returned to Angela Nerwoon, "the legacy continues. And onto other news..."

The city-planet was alight with holoscreens, whose wide, monolithic images stood tall above the streets, all tuned to the same news channel. Upon them, a female Twi'Lek news anchor relayed the news with ominous portent.

"We bring you breaking news from the Outer Rim Territories. In its first bold move since its inception, Vanco Serath's Imperial forces have seized control of Mygeeto. Sources report that at some time yesterday afternoon Coruscanti Business District Time, a large Imperial invasion force descended onto Mygeeto and immediately took control of the planet's former capital city, Jygat, as well as the surrounding mines. Casualties were reported as minimal, though at least fifty rogue squatters who had taken residence in Jygat are reportedly confirmed dead. Vanco Serath gave a speech on Ketaris just hours ago about the Empire's move."

The image cut to a display of the Emperor, poised on his usual pulpit, while the black banners of the Empire billowed behind him in the wind as he addressed the Ketaris masses.

"With the acquisition of Mygeeto, the Empire takes one further step towards self-sufficiency," Serath said. "No longer will humankind be touted as finger-puppets to the almighty alien bankers, who have suffocated this galaxy with their absurd levels of power for far too long. Mygeeto will form an important centerpiece in the Empire's initiative to derive a currency that is not dependent upon foreign reserves."

The screen then flashed back to the Twi-Lek reporter.

"Only time will tell what these aggressive moves will mean for the notoriously anti-alien Vanco Serath's regime. More news on the story as it comes."

Adrianna Fiore had been in her office when she had gotten the message via HNN that Nessarose deWinter had broadcast news after TSP took occupation of Illum. Of course the young woman who was spawned by Shery would say such things about the Jedi Master. And how weak the Jedi were. Just then a reporter knocked on her office and asked for an interview. How could they have gotten onto Ossus without her knowing. So much for the security.

"Grandmaster Fiore do you have a response to Sith Sorceress Nessarose deWinter's broadcast?" She stood up from her desk and turned to the camera. Adrianna smiled. "Nessarose does not know what the Jedi have done in the last 20 years seeing that she isn't even 20 years old. So I think she needs to read up on her history of the Jedi before accusations are made. And when she speaks of 'Sith crotches to hump,' she also must remember that her own father had a role in my life and loved me at one time. Which produced her older brother Coren Starkiller of whom she loves dearly." Everyone by this time knew of Methias' cloning. "As the Princess of Y'Sad, Master Fiore, do you have a statement regarding the fact that you have after 23 years cloned your husband Prince Methias Fiore? There has been a mixture of feelings regarding this matter" Taking in a deep breath she sighed. Adrianna knew this would come up sooner or later. "As a Jedi and the beliefs of the Jedi, we do not believe in the cloning process; however I had a valid reason in which I do not care to share. I do have a personal life outside of a being a Princess and Jedi." Prior to turning away, the Jedi Master she nodded. "This concludes our interview at this time. Thank you." The holo camera shut off and they were escorted off to their ship.

Regular evening programming provided by the Galactic Holonet, controlled primarily from the world of Coruscant, is immediately cut to a black screen. There are no scheduled broadcasts for at least two hours, but it is clear that someone or something has either hacked the network or manipulated it to their own ends. After several moments of silence, the image gradually restores to a view of the majestic steps leading up to the entrance of the renovated palace on Coruscant. A podium has been placed upon the highest step and two soldiers dressed in black and silver clothing flank the large main door of the Palace.

A few moments later, the double-doors swing outward and a tall, dark-skinned figure emerges wearing a black and silver cloak that obscures the rest of his clothing. The hood is drawn over his head, but a pair of silver-green eyes are clearly identifiable beneath the veil of darkness. The citizens of Coruscant all know who lives in this monolithic residence, but there are no doubt pockets of people throughout the galaxy who have no idea. Further more...even if his name was uttered, they would still have no idea.

Reaching the podium, Cameron Centurion speaks effortlessly into the microphone, allowing his deep voice to radiate outward. "Ladies and Gentlemen of the galaxy. Understood that any comments to follow...or for the greater galaxy. For those that have failed to see the truth of things unlike the peoples of Coruscant, Kuat, Ketaris, Taris, Bastion, and a few isolated others. Tonight, your normal dose of so-called 'reality television' is being interrupted to bring you a very important message. That message is merely one word long. Consequence." The Sith Lord stopped and remained silent for a solid thirty seconds before continuing. "Now that the four people in the galaxy who know what I am talking about have elected to go do something else with their time, I will explain consequence to the lower lifeforms." Ordinarily, Cameron addressed people in public with a slight bit more tact. It was clear that tonight...an entirely different side of him was being represented.

"Time and again...those without power seek to abuse the blissful gift of life that those with power give them. You support pointless political crusades such as the Alliance, an organization that would have you believe their method to governance is different than any other simply because the illusion of democracy is supported. You flock to pointless wonders in hope of discovering a secret that has not already been unearthed a thousand times over. Who is it that has constantly built this galaxy up to its strongest point countless times...only to be washed aside by you... You the people that were too weak to elevate yourselves from filth. You the people that are continuously turning to those who care about their precious sainthood than your lives."

Waving a dismissive hand, Cameron circled back to his point. "And so you continuously suffer the consequences of your misguided actions and your misplaced loyalties. A day of reckoning is coming, children. These...pathetic pockets of rebellion end now, and you can do yourselves a favor...by withdrawing your support of any such organization. Take up arms against those that would seek to return you to a system of government that lead to widespread corruption and neglect. A government that supported an Order of individuals so hopelessly misguided...they could not even see when their own end was near." Raising his hands in mock surrender, the Sith Lord motioned for people to stay their questions for a moment. "I know. The Jedi are the guardians of peace and justice, right? Alternatively...the Sith bring nothing but destruction and oppression wherever they go, right?" Cameron motioned to the crowd before him. "The Sith have given the people of this galaxy a home they can be proud of. We have taught them to be better than they were. The Jedi? Well..."

As he withdrew a datapad from his pocket and placed it on the podium, Cameron continued his comment. "Why don't we ask the people of Adera about that? People that were left completely and utterly vulnerable by the Jedi, an Order which their own sovereign is a ranking Master. Ask Princess Organa what she did to guard the peace and justice on Alderaan that day. All she had to do was deliver the location of Jedi enclaves...and her people would have been spared. I, like brethren, am a man of my word. Then...in an effort to deceive, she delivered a list of planets that included much more than just what the Jedi presently control." Cameron was, of course, embellishing just slightly. Maybe he was really a Jedi? "Unless she believed we wished to go there to have a tea party, she invited further destruction on planets filled completely with innocent people. People...like you." The Sith Lord pointed menacingly at the camera to emphasize his point.

Slowly, he lowered his hand back down to the podium and smiled thinly. "I cannot blame them though. They are conditioned from childhood to think like this...to be heartless idiots. These are the people you would have protecting you? Caring for your families? It is time you took your lives and destinies into your own hands...or at least realized that only a government of strength can protect you. To further emphasize this point, we will be holding...bi-monthly raffles. Every two months, I will select a planet from Jedi Master Organa's list at random, and I will destroy every living thing upon its surface. Your planet will only be safe from this persecution...should you do one of two things. You can...embrace the strength and security of the Galactic Empire, or you can publicly display the dead body of a Jedi regardless of age. If your planet is destroyed and your families killed, you will know it was because of two very distinct reasons. You lacked the strength to take control of your life, and you permitted the Jedi to use your life as a shield against their so-called benevolent existence. The clock is ticking...and orders for the first strike have already been dispatched."

Managing a warm smile, the Sith Lord nodded to the camera. "Now if you'll excuse me, I must tend to my own family. Have a pleasant evening."

The view remained fixed on the large figure as he departed the podium and re-entered the Palace. Eventually, the view faded to black, and original programming was restored.

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Cameron sat casually as the end of the interview with Monica Tsams approached. Thus far they'd discussed a number of rather superfluous things. He would never understand the need or desire for average citizens to know about the social and personal lives of 'celebrity' figures. Perhaps it was what made them so terribly easy to manipulate, control. They seemed to have an intrinsic need for complete insight into the lives of others - as if by some weird extension they could then vicariously experience said lives. However, Monica had received the typical rhetoric from Cameron - otherwise known as bullshit.

"Lord Centurion, we certainly appreciate your time and patience as we know you are a very busy man. Before we close, perhaps you could address the statements previously made by Lord Chidester regarding the dismissal of key government figures?"

"I could Monica, but I have no amplifying information outside of that provided by Lord Chidester. The Board made a decision, and I supported their decision. However, I must say that there is greater purpose behind the things you have all seen, experienced in recent times." Cameron paused as he laughed briefly. "Monica - have you ever wondered why I did this? Why I assumed control of sprawling ship production company and then used it to effectively nationalize a number of local governments? Why I took steps to establish myself as a...benevolent, caring source of welfare?"

Monica blinked for several moments...confused as to what to say. Managing to play it off with a typical smile, she laughed briefly, tossed her hair, and leaned back. "I surely do not, but I'm sure you will find a way to eloquently explain your thoughts on the matter."

Cameron's silver-green gaze remained fixed on Monica. For a moment, they shared an uncomfortable silence during the live broadcast. All that he'd done had been for a reason...one he doubted many would fully realize or understood. In the long run, he lived to cause inexplicable suffering, pain. He'd spent far too much time doing what was...expected...what people desired. He grew bored. So...he would show the galaxy the measure of his 'give-a-shit'. "I've been alive long enough to be older than your great-grandparents, Monica. This galaxy and everything in it is here merely for my entertainment. For a time it pleased me to play the would-be savior. I stand for nothing other than the complete and utter supremacy of the Sith."

Leaning forward, the Sith Lord smiled thinly as he continued. "When I am done with this planet, it will be little more than a beacon of the might of the Sith. I will take the weak, pitiful existence of those inexplicably less blessed than myself and those like me...and I will give them purpose, strength. Everyone of influence or authority on this planet has me to thank." Leaning back once more, Cameron laughed. "Oh don't look so surprised Monica. Everything about this planet is...quite simply...me. You should know this to be completely true, Monica. I elevated even you from complete, pathetic obscurity to a position of entitlement and influence. You have me to thank for your new lifestyle, fancy penthouse apartment, and your...influential boyfriend whom you share with countless other executives across the planet."

Monica looked completely mortified. She knew this was going to happen so long ago when she met with the rather illusive Cameron Centurion following the Imperium's downfall. Nobody ever seemed to really knew what he did or why, and it had made her uneasy. Her initial instinct had been to stay away from the man, but she was ashamed to say that his silver tongue had won the day...

Sensing her thoughts, Cameron laughed once more. "That's right, Monica. I made you who you are. The way you walk, the way you talk, the way you are...that's all me, Monica. Such is the power of the Sith to levy such influence over an entire planet. Take heart in the knowledge that you were first. Any other questions?"

Monica opened her mouth to respond...but nothing came forth.

Smirking, the Sith Lord motioned with his right hand and pulled the woman's body into his lap. Forcefully turning her head into the camera as tears began to stream from her eyes, Cameron spoke softly. "Tell them, Monica. Tell them who your Lord and Master is. Your...Lord Imperator."

Monica's sobs steadily grew louder as she closed her eyes. "Please...I have a brother...nieces...nephews."

"Oh do you?" Elevating his voice slightly, Cameron called out a name. "Murtagh...enter." A couple brief moments passed before a rather large monstrosity of a Massassi entered the room and thus the live holo feed.

The creature looked like it had, maybe, once been human. Dressed in over-stressed and torn clothing due to it being on his body prior to the completion of the process, the warrior slaved cold yellow eyes on Monica. In the tongue of the Ancient Sith, he spoke. "Shall I dispose of her, My Lord?"

Monica's eyes went wide with recognition of the clothing and the pendant hanging around the beasts neck. If she weren't being physically restrained by Cameron, she would have run to the beast. "Damian!"

Cameron laughed. "He will not respond to you, and he is not your brother. He is part of the future of Coruscant. A future which is sweeping through its streets as we speak." Switching to the dialect of the Sith, Cameron uttered another command. "Retrieve the children." A few moments later, the beast re-entered with four children all tied together with thick chains. Unlike their former father, they appeared completely normal. "Look at your family. You see...unless children possess the talent of the Force, they are useless in the new society of Coruscant. So...your nieces and nephews..." Cameron nodded his head to Murtagh.

As if randomly flying into a barely controlled rage, Murtagh lashed out at the children. After quickly ripping out the hearts of the first two with his clawed hands and crushing them in his powerful grasp, he immediately pounced on the remaining two. Their skulls caved in completely with a resounding crush.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! YOU FUCKING BASTARD NO-O-O-OOO."

For his part, Murtagh was completely unphased by the noise. Standing tall with his powerful arms crossed over his chest, he merely resumed glaring at his sister.

Cameron clamped down on Monica's neck enough to stifle her breath and shut her up. "Calm yourself dear child. You know there was once a time when I valued the life of all children. Unfortunately these fucking kids keep proving to just add to the gene pool pollution of this galaxy. Plus...I don't have time to wait for them to grow. The minds of children are much more difficult to work with when creating things such as your brother."

Attempting to sob uncontrollably, Monica's body went completely limp. She'd given up entirely...there was no fighting against this, and she just wanted it all to be over.

Cameron noted her surrender and smiled warmly. "You are lucky though, Monica. You possess a strength that makes you useful. I will show you how to leave behind this weakness...to never be as weak as the rank and file. Your life ends today...but your new life begins." Placing two fingers to her forehead, the Sith Lord sent the woman into a deep slumber before floating the body over to her brother. "Take her to the next transport to depart."

The Massassi nodded before departing the room.

Shifting his gaze back to the camera, Cameron winked suggestively. "Welcome to the future, citizens. Destiny has arrived to assimilate you completely into its fold." With a violent, abrupt torrent of dark purple lightning, the Sith Lord destroyed the broadcast equipment, severing the connection and returning holo feeds around the planet to a continuous static nothingness. At the same time, all civilian communications satellites in orbit were either destroyed by the fleet or re-purposed on encrypted nets. Coruscant...would have little real need for a connection to the rest of the galaxy.

With the events that had somewhat recently occured on Coruscant, the nexus for control of the HNN had yet to officially be shifted anywhere. For the time being, all beings continued to slice into the system if they had any form of galaxy-wide news to disperse. Local programming, of course, remained unaffected so long as there was a subsidiary branch of HNN within the relative area.

On this particular day, a broadband carrier signal was pushed through the expansive Holonet Network. It infected each target system and forced it underneath its temporary control. Anyone attempting to localize the source of the signal would have been able to rather easily discover that it originated from the planet Ketaris. Sentients across the galaxy were immediately presented with a view of the expansive Imperial Throne Room on Coruscant. Large black and crimson banners hung from the ceiling as light filtered into the room through a series of skylights. At the end of the room, there was clearly a large, mostly symbolic throne. The throne, however, was empty.

From the side of the view, a cloaked figure entered the view. The camera gradually zoomed in, revealing the man's dark cloak to contain a series of silver emblems on the sleeves. There were few that would recognize the specific coat of arms of Cameron Centurion. As the man came to a halt directly beside the throne, he turned to face the camera. Lightly tanned features and blue eyes revealed the man was...clearly not Cameron Centurion.

"Sentients. I have been directed to deliver a message by my superior. The former leadership of the Empire are now dead or...otherwise engaged. Urge your planetary leaders to submit to the will of the Revenant Empire, or it may prove your undoing. Coruscant was only the beginning."

With his simple words delivered, the figure of Lord Crixus departed the view field of the cameras. Regular programming was unceremoniously re-established as the broadcasting of the carrier single was terminated. The delivered message was cryptic and inexpleciably clear at the same time.